We've been in Texas for a few days, joining other family members in celebrating the life of Wayne's brother Dean who passed away a few weeks ago. And that's what it was...a celebration. Oh, there were tears too but for the most part we honored the memory of a man who was generous with his love, his time and his stories.
It was three days of family time and good for all involved. I loved watching Dean's kids go through all the photos, old letters and various other papers Wayne's mom had saved through the years. She had multiple folders for all the boys and we'd collected and sorted them out after her death, distributing them at her memorial service earlier this summer. I know she was smiling down at the joy they brought as those papers and pictures were being passed from one person to another on Saturday.
And we did what any family does when they gather to bury a loved one. We told stories, ate too much and laughed way more than we cried. There was plenty of good Mexican food, given our location, and a rousing game of Uno thrown in too. Nothing heals quite like time with family.
It was a lot of miles in a short amount of time...but we wouldn't have been anywhere else.